A scar across the palm side of my index finger knuckle----------when I was in college, I was in the lounge of my dorm playing ping-pong. The kid I was playing with slammed it, and I backed up and put my hand against the wall (with a cork board on it) and missed the shot. I picked up the ball to serve it, and the kid pointed to my left hand which had the ball, and asked me how I was bleeding. I looked down, and saw the blood dripping from my closed hand, but didn't really feel anything. I opened the hand, and there was a cut and inch-and-a-half long, clean down to my knuckle. Well, it was 11:30PM on a Sunday night, so I went to the infirmary at the school. All I remember was this 4-ft. high Indian (not the native American kind) doctor. She took out what to me resembled a fish hook and a novacaine needle 2-ft long. She poked me 8 times with the novacaine, waited a few minutes, and began to stitch me up with the fish hook. Well, the novacaine never took, so I grit my teeth and sweated a lot. When I finally came back to the dorm, the R.A. was there with a few other people. It so happened that some sick fuck had put a brand new old-fashioned razor blade in the cork board with the blade side out. Obviously, when I backed up, my hand went on the blade. I guess being so new and sharp, I felt nothing (clean cut). Well, the R.A. ultimately snuffed out the culprit and beat the crap out of him.
A scar on my inside right wrist - an inch long - with 2 small circle shapes at each end----------when I was around 10, I was climbing a chain-link fence. When I got to the top, I lost my footing, but my right hand was already over the top, and my wieght pulled me down. My wrist went right over the top of the fence where the v-shaped sharp points were, and I preceded to get stuck with the fence through my wrist. I was there for over a half hour until I was discovered by someone living near-by. The called the fire department, and they came and lifted me off.